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Srsly, this makes it a week straight of days that I've cried. I'm not even kidding you. A lot of it had to do with my mom. But yesterday I stayed up till 4am crying over someone that isn't worth crying over. Well, that's not exactly true. I mean, she is kind, funny, caring, lovable... Everything you could want in a friend... and everything I could want in a soul mate. Srsly, I've fallen in love over the past year with a woman over the internet. But when I finally got the courage to tell her this, she told me that she was married... To a man no less. Despite that we've remained good friends. We have this connection like I've never felt before with anyone...ever...in my life. She's everything I never knew I wanted... and everything I can't have. You see why she's not worth crying over?

Sometimes it hurts to be her friend and I just want to stop. But I don't know how to cut her out of my life. I'm not sure I even want to. It's confusing. One thing that kind of hurts is that she loves me, just not the way I do her. Sometimes I feel it's better than nothing, like I'll take whatever I can get bc I can't imagine life without her anymore. But there are other times when I feel like it's all or nothing. I want all or nothing, but it's definitely not that easy.

I woke up a little while ago and started thinking about her and for some reason I started crying. I've been so overly emotional lately. But the thing is, I feel like maybe, in a way, it's like we broke up after the conversation we had that kept me crying till 4 in the morning yesterday. It was the weirdest conversation ever. She's never talked to me the way she did that night. She said it's bc she can't talk like that in public forums to me aka if she did people would know I was in love with her. Yeah, that's right, she doesn't want anyone to know how I feel about her. Probably bc it might leak that she's married. Idk. But it's crazy, I'm in love with her and I don't even know her name. I only know the name she goes by on the internet.

What sucks is I feel like I give but she never does. Like, I tell her details about my life and when I ask about her day she only tells me if it was good or not. Nothing more. Idk maybe I'm getting sick of it, sick of the. Anonimitity bc all I want is to know her, like, really know her, as a person and not just the girl that writes fanfiction. I wanna know her fears and her dreams, hell! I just want to know her name! I want to know her birthday how old she is exactly. I want to know if she's sick of the way I feel about her. I don't think I'll ever know any of that. But if you're reading this and want to comment on this post... Well, you know my email address.

That's another thing. Half the time I'll write her an email or send her a DM and she won't answer. I'm on the verge of giving up. Which sounds weird since I have nothing to give up. Like, relationship wise, except for maybe a friendship. But that's not what I'm talking about. I'm on the verge of trying to put forth the energy of communicating in ways other than just when she pops up on Twitter.

I just... I've been alone for 10 years now and it's not that I can't be alone, I think I've proved that. But I've always dreamed of growing up and gettin married. That's been my dream since I can remember. I'm 25 and feel like it's time, it's time for me to be loved again. But I can never fall for the right person... obviously.

I can't remember what my original point to this post was. I guess I'm just rambling. And now its almost 20 of 5 and I should really be trying to go back to sleep.

Hope you all are having a better week than I am.

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How many weeks has it been? I don't really know bc it feels like years. Feels like I've been dealing with this heartache for years on end. My mom thinks it's stupid to be so torn up. She thinks if I'm getting so upset I shouldn't participate in sprinting or the Hanfic Genre Challenge. Seems like if I do that I should just quit writing altogether.

I feel like I've lost a best friend. Someone I've never even met. Someone I thought I could get mad at and then kiss & make up with. Someone whose opinion I respect but can disagree with. I'm heartbroken and it hurts. I cry every night after my mom goes to sleep. I'm crying right now.

It sucks bc I know there's something wrong with me and it's not just my usual depression and anxiety. It's something more. It's only the week before, during and after my period. I'm convinced it's PMDD. The feelings and mood swings I have are not normal and now it's come at the loss of a friend.

My mom doesn't get it. She doesn't realize that online friends are just as important as real life friends. Especially when they're people you talk to more than you do your real life friends. Lene gets it though. Lene said she was probably a great support to me and she was. Now I feel like I've lost a whole community of friends bc of this. It sucks and it hurts and it's difficult to deal with bc I don't feel like I can talk to my mom. She has no clue, she doesn't get it at all bc she's never made friends online before. She has plenty of friends in real life that she sees and talks to on a daily basis. I only talk to my online friends on a daily basis.

This hurts. And it sucks. Nuff said.

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As most of you know I've been doing a lot of writing lately. Most of which hasn't even been in the hanson fandom. I've been writing a lot of Kradam and Adam Lambert lately.

While this was happening, I should have been writing for The Spark Inside Challenge. I signed up for it months ago. It was supposed to be a collaboration effort. I got paired up with Renee C. aka [livejournal.com profile] mizzc. Well a week or two or more ago we came up with a story line which was great. Finally we could get writing. So Renee took chapter one and it came out really well. I liked where it was going. But when it came time for me to write chapter two... I could not for the life of me figure out what to do, how to start. I'd sit in front of my computer and just read over the first chapter and I couldn't even come up with a good line. The hardest part was that I had all these other ideas for different stories that had absolutely nothing to do with hanson floating around in my head. I had to get them out the only way I know how: I wrote the thoughts down.

But that brings me to tonight. Renee sent me an @reply on twitter asking about how I was doing with SPARK. I told her the truth: it wasn't going good at all. Then she suggested that we back out of the challenge. I told her we probably should because I can't even wrap my head around the Hanson fandom at the moment. Next thing I know she stopped following me on twitter, but what hurt the most is that she blocked me from seeing her posts.

I don't even know what I did wrong :/ I mean, yeah, it completely sucks that we had to drop out. But I can't help if I'm drawing an absolute blank in one fandom and then can't write fast enough for another. All in all I wanna know why I was shunned like that. I don't care if you think I'm a baby when I admit that I was so upset over this complete cutoff from someone I thought was a friend that I actually cried. I feel like shot and a failure and I would like an explanation. But you know what? She probably cut me from her eljay friends list too so she won't even see this. Whatev.

I just don't get it. What did I do wrong?

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So many people have died not only in the past few days, but also in these past two years. It has creeped me out, made me so depressed that I'm actually crying as of before I even started writing this post. I never ever thought Michael Jackson would die. He was always one of those people you thought would last forever. Now I'm sorry I never went out and bought Thriller and the only thing I ever had was Jackson 5's Greatest Hits. I used to listen to that cd while I drifted to sleep every night when I was 13.

I feel like I should be chain-smoking while I write this. And tonight proves I must have alcoholism in my blood because I want to get drunk off my ass right now and forget everything that's going on right now. All these deaths and how today is the third half birthday of Emilie's that she's missed since she died. If she were alive she would be 22 & 1/2 years old. She's been gone for 2 & a quarter years today exactly. I'm still not over it.

My sister is on strict bedrest with the twins. The doctor is hoping for another 2 & 1/2 weeks with those babies inside her. And Jessica is stupid and thinks she can go up&down the stairs two or three times a day and all this other shit. She's stupid. Her luck they'll come while we're down there Saturday because she won't keep her fat ass planted in bed! So with all these deaths and because my sister is stupid and because they've put her on a monitor and IV meds that I'm now freaking out about the twins. I don't think I can take much more.

And god, when my dad called the other day he was really upset because he'd fucked up and missed all those years of our lives and he doesn't think he has much time to make it up to me. He knows he's lost Jess & Troy forever. But he's still got Kev, me, Nessa, and Minnie. Plus their kids. But he won't have Jessica's twins. And I'll never have kids so really he's screwed in the grandkid arena.

I just want some hope in my life. I want some happiness. Mostly I'm sick & tired of being so depressed of so many people dying whether I knew them personally or not. It's been a hell of a last two years and I'm sick of it.

I feel like I'm drowning, drowning in heartach and tears. I just wish someone could save me. That's what I want: I want to be saved.

Won't you save me?

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So I think I'm ready to post about this, but I'm not sure. I'm going to try.

On Wednesday, January 14th, I noticed Logan (my cat aka the Bitch Kitty) was doing something weird with her neck. She couldn't lift her head up. It was like her chin was stuck to her chest. I noticed this at, like, 10:30 in the morning, but I figured if I told my mom she would just have said to wait till she got home and she could look at her. So when my mom called at 3:15 to ask if I wanted to run errands with her I told her about Logan. I also told her that Logan looked sad but her neck didn't hurt and she could move it from side to side.

So Mom came home and we went on our errands. When we got back I showed Mom Logan's issue. She decided to call our vet and see if it was possible for a cat to get a stiff neck. We called Russell Animal Hospital and they told us to bring Logan to CAVES (capital area veterinary emergency services) right then; it could NOT wait till morning. She probably had a chemical imbalance and cats deteriorate fast. So we packed Logan up into her cat carrier, which was weird in itself b/c after hiding once under the bed, me getting her and trying (unsuccessfully) to get her in her cage, she went into my mom's room (the bed she always hides under), went around the corner of her bed and just flopped down. She didn't even struggle when I picked her up. This was not my kitty. So we eventually get her in the cage, which she goes into willingly, and we're off to CAVES.

When we get to the animal ER they take us right in to Exam 1. They weigh Logan and take her temperature, which she just laid there for. The only other time I've seen a cat do that was when MnM had the kitty flu and had been puking for hours. They found out that Logan was REALLY dehydrated. They also found out that she had full range of motion in her neck, but she just couldn't move it on her own, which pointed to low potassium b/c the potassium is what makes your muscles work. So they did blood work. They actually put a IV catheter in her. They also did a urine sample. The only things that the tests showed was that Logan's potassium was almost non-existent, she had tons of glucose in her urine, but her blood glucose was within the normal range. Also, the tests were basically inconclusive to WHY all of this was happening.

Five hours and 400$ later, we decided to euthanize Logan. They brought her in for her last goodbyes. All I could think is that this was not my kitty. She just laid there under the towel they had given her. The fact that she was under the towel was the only thing that really reminded me of her. She's always been cold-blooded and has loved to be under blankets. But she just laid there. Normally when she's at the vets' she's on her best behavior, all friendly-like, and loves to explore the counters, jumping from one to the other. But she was just laying there, not moving. In the five hours we'd been there, she'd gotten worse and the vet didn't think she'd even make it through the night, that we were probably doing what was best.

Mom didn't want to be in the room when they injected her, but she stayed b/c I wanted to be there. I wanted to be there b/c I hadn't with our other cat and I'd always regretted it, 3 years of regret. Also, Logan has really bad separation anxiety when it comes to me. I didn't want to just walk out of the room like that. She'd already had a panic attack when they were doing her blood. I actually heard her cry, but Mom said it wasn't her.....until the dr came in and told us she had a panic attack, then I think she believed me.

Anyway. Logan was so sick by that point I don't think she even got the full injection before she was gone. I could tell by her eyes. The light really does go out.

What was even worse, is that when we got home there was a message from my grandmother saying that she was coming down b/c Nani, her best friend who is like another grandmother to me, was in the hospital with heart failure: fluid around the heart. Now, you may think that some people get through it after they drain the fluid, right? Well, there's something you should know about Nani. She's 91 years old. I'm freaking out b/c I can't take another death this week. Not like this. Especially not her.

I'm so sad right now and I have to freakin go to the GI today. I don't want to, but I have to. They're hard to get in to see. *sigh*

I hope all my Flisters are doing better than me.
*huggles to all*

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